Glorious dolphins result in shitfish monsters.

I am chewing gum in the front pew of a Catholic church next to a couple of Mexican kids who mutter something to me about a sandwich. A nun chides me for the gum, but when I take it out, most of it sticks to my back teeth. Some high school aged kids then performed "Bored By Beacons," a Memphis Pencils song.

Neil comes home. His chin is bloodied and I don't find out why, just that he thought he was going to get "stitched up," but actually got "stitched." That fucking nurse. Neil spits his tooth into the sink and I extract my own by hand, the one to which the earlier gum was stuck. The tooth is so unhealthy that it is translucent, practically falling apart, and it expands until it is the size of that big-ass diamond in "The Rescuers."

There is a story going around that some young black guy was caught doing something naughty - but not so terrible by liberal standards - and that he was going to get a very harsh sentence in a couple of weeks. I think he was expecting up to ten years for a DUI. He was charged for that after doing something lewd or especially negroid at a party. Some friends and I are walking on Dickson St at the intersection with Arkansas Ave, discussing the travesty when a couple of female police officers begin chiding us about how hard their jobs are. We agree, but that wasn't really the point, ladies.

Ayşenur nags me about something, about which something or other I should choose. We are at a picnic.

I am in an Amazon-like river and what appear to be glorious dolphins end up being shitfish monsters, like in that campy horror movie.

An irrelevant speck of dust grows to a size which overwhelms the universe.

A guy from Indiana about my age whom I have never met runs into me at Wal-Mart. We are looking at books. He recognizes me from the internet and says, "Oh, I saw you recently read such and such novel. How'd you like it?" to which I respond "I didn't think anyone read the stuff I put on the internet."